At First Sight by Heather Todd

war, the angry tears returned. He continuously rubbed his eyes so she wouldn’t see them.
                  Lola held his hands and put them on her waist. She wrapped her arms around him as he shook, releasing his tears. She knew what he was feeling. He was scared to death. He was being forced to do something that could potentially kill him and he wasn’t scared for himself. He was scared for the both of them.
                  “I’m sorry,” he murmured in her shoulder.
                  “Shhh…” Lola rubbed his back. “It is not your fault. You said you can’t control any of this.”
                  “I wish I could control this, but I can’t.” Dean looked at her and sniffled. “I don’t want to leave you by yourself.”
                  She knew what he meant by that.
                  He didn’t want to die and leave her alone.
                  “You aren’t going to die in this war.” She put her hands on his cheeks. “You are strong, okay? We’re training and we are going to get strong because of this war. The Readers won’t win. We have the power.”
                  Dean nodded and stared at her, looking into her brown eyes. “I want to kiss you.”
                  She chewed on her lip and sighed a shaky breath. She wanted to kiss him, too. What if this kiss was unlike a human kiss? “Okay.”
                  Lola and Dean leaned toward each other, their lips just inches apart. She could feel his hot breath against her skin and knew this was going to be the best kiss of her life. Suddenly, she immediately felt her hand burning. She collapsed in pain and ripped off her glove and screamed out as her right palm burned with such intensity she literally collapsed on the mat. The pain was unbearable and she screamed in agony. Dean attempted to soothe her to no avail. It was like the pain had a mind of its own as it scorched her skin.
                  It ended as abruptly as it began. Lola breathed heavily as she stared at the ceiling. Sweat soaked through her clothes and ran freely down her back and chest. She blinked through the tears and stared at her palm, immediately stifling another scream. She stared at the edges that were all too clear.
                  Dean watched as she hid her hand. He brushed a few strands of hair from her face. “What happened, Lola?” He held her closed hand. “Show me your palm. Please.”
                  “No.” She cried, clenching her fist so hard her knuckles turned white. She tried to scurry away, but Dean held on to her.
                  “Show me.”
                  Lola finally opened her hand and shut her eyes, listening as Dean’s breath caught in his throat. He could see it and she knew good and well what she was destined to have. This was what the first sight had intended for her. This was her fate.
                  The lightning bolt was her imprint.
     
    “I don’t want you to worry about the imprint…” started Frankie.
                  “How am I supposed to not worry about having the same imprint as Leo? You didn’t see the things that he could do with the imprint. He can kill someone. Not only that, but I can be put to death!” exclaimed Lola, still tearful about the experience she had just had.
                  Dean sat next to Lola and rubbed her shoulder, trying to soothe her. “Don’t get hysterical, okay? We’re going to help you.”
                  “How?” she asked softly.
    “We’re going to train you. We’re going to teach you how to control it so it doesn’t control you,” said Frankie. “We need to have Matthew help you control it.”
    Lola furrowed her brows. “Why him?”
    “He knows everything there is to know about control. The lightning bolt isn’t the only imprint that can be controlled. It’s